2011 12 11 Car Watching Coffee And Rolls

Log Title:
Car watching, Coffee and Rolls

Characters:
Phantasm, Empath, Alchemy

IC Date:
11 Dec 2011

Location:
Hell's Kitchen

Brief log summary::
There's a vendor in Hell's Kitchen that gives away free food.

Rating:
pg

There is no TS in this log::
Yes

-==[ Hell's Kitchen - New York ]==--------

Some people call this area the Lower West Side; some people who want to talk it up call it Clinton. A few particularly unwise types call it West Midtown, but they'd better not do that where anyone can hear. Everyone else calls it Hell's Kitchen.

The congested streets are dominated by flat-faced, boxy buildings, three and four stories tall. Between some of them run alleyways - some wide enough to park a car in, some too narrow to give space for anything but ambushing a passerby. The slow transformation of much of the rest of Manhattan into a playground for the wealthy has met its match in the underworld here, which has a vested interest in keeping Hell's Kitchen and its inhabitants poor and desperate as a cover for its own activities, and in the danger of merely entering the neighborhood. After all - though other cities are better known for them lately, Hell's Kitchen is one of the places where street gangs began.

Sunday is a relatively peaceful time within the city. With people distracted by either church, sleeping in, recovering from a hangover, or squeezing the last few errands into the weekend prior to returning the usual grind of the work week, there's few that want to get into trouble that day. The weekend's short, so why throw it away?

The streets of Hell's Kitchen boasts a few less persons out and about this afternoon as a result. Although there is some life from the sunday attired folks going for their Sunday brunch. Few just linger. It's with this that Mike slightly stands out. With the lack of Biggie and Skinny guarding their little stretch of dilapitated buildings, The knit-capped Mike is taking the break from the prescence of the injured annoyances to take his own time. Hands tucked into his jacket he glances from one former residential building towards the area the pair used to hang out in. The set line of his lips are quite indicative that this is not quite a pleasure visit.

Exiting a different building, one a bit more luxurious, an odd site in Hell's Kitchen, but gentrification is making its way to this portion of the city as well. Walking out of the building with a rather buxom young beauty, Manuel kisses her cheek and she giggles and she returns his kiss with a more passionate one on his lips. After a few moments, he pulls her away saying something in Spanish which reveals his annoyance. She simply nods and then turns back into the building with an almost vacant expression. Looking about and noting the chill in the air. Manuel dressed comfortably but hashionably in jeans and a northface, makes his way down the street, coincidently towards Mike, who he does not yet recognize.

Curious, Mike glances around to several other buildings. Glancing towards a residential building that is still being used for it's intended purpose, his attention shifts over to a dark car parked outside of it. Tinted windows obscure the view of the inside but the exhaust escaping from behind the car is telling in the car's idling state. The musician doesn't look away but continues looking to the vehicle unapologetically. His frown deepens as his look around does not seem to satisfy what it is he's seeking. "I wonder…" He murmurs to himself.

Continuing in his stride, which is quick but authoritative. Reaching into the pocket of his coat, he pulls out some headphones and begins to bop his head to the beat of some Spanish music. Walking along, he stops short by a vendor cart. Speaking loudly as he does not take off the headphone, "A coffee. And a roll with butter." The vendor nodding goes to prepare it for Manuel as he looks about still listening to his music.

With the car remaining, Mike shakes his head in irritation before he turns, the sound of someone speaking to a vendor nearby drawing his attention. Turning, he steps over to the cart, stepping behind Empath to wait his turn. It's not until he settles into place and has time to look to Empath that a general sense of recognition comes across him. The twinge of irritation comes once more and soon after there's the sound of a deep breath being taken by Mike.

As the meal is prepared, Manuel takes note of Mike and can easily sense the air of irritation from the musician. Manuel nods his head to Mike and is about to speak when the vendor says his order is ready. Manuel takes the roll and cup of coffee. Taking a quick sip of the hot but warming beverage and the vendor pauses a moment and then offers, "Free of charge." Manuel offers a smile, "Gracias." He moves to the side to let Mike place his order.

The deep breath is held as the performer works to relax a bit. The nod from Empath receives a nod from the musician as well as he manages a slight, polite smile. As the vendor offers up Empath's meal free to him, Mike glances over to Empath once more for a few moments before looking back to the vendor. "Coffee. Black." He sighs, looking towards the menu sign, viewing the prices as he does a bit of math in his head, hands shifting around in his pocket to pull out some coins and a few crumpled bills. As the vendor works on his drink, Mike glances over to look towards where the car's still parked, and then towards Empath. The irritation is still a bit present but more of a nagging level than ever controlling. "What was your name again?"

"Manny. And you're The Dragon, right? What do you prefer Mick of Mike, I think I remember Tom calling you that." He continues to sip from the coffee before peeling the wrapper around the roll and taking a bite. The vendor hands Mike his coffee and gestures to a sign on the side of the cart, "Sundays of Advent, free coffee and rolls." He asks Mike, "Would you like a roll as well?" Manuel takes a big bite out of his roll, "Have you seen Tom around lately?"

The irritation rises a bit more to the response and Mike's answer is paused as he reaches over to take his coffee, and taking his time to look towards the sign indicated on the side of the cart, seemingly wanting to confirm that is indeed the case. Well, in THAT case… The irritation actually seems to ebb away a bit when he looks to the sign. "I'm not The Dragon." Mike finally offers, "I get the stage name and that sound familiar, but no. And it's only Mick when I'm performing or making appearances." He looks towards the Vendor, "Uh, no on the rolls." He does pull out a bill and tucks it into a tip jar attached to the cart though before turning to step away from it. He doesn't wander far as he glances back across the street towards the car once more.

"Ah well, then Mike it is." Manuel moves away from the cart and moves to sit on the steps on a nearby building as he prepares to engage Mike in conversation and follows his glance to the car. "Who is in the car?" Manuel asks curiously and then smirks to himself, "Is it a stalker? You seem to have those a lot." Shrugging as he finishes up his roll, he crumbles the wrapper and tosses it into a trash bin. Looking to see if it landed, he did and gives himself another little smirk.

Alchemy runs a hand through his hair as he walks along the sidewalk. He probably needs a haircut, but hadn't really thought about it lately. Puffing his cheeks, he stuffs his hands in his pockets and somehow finds Manuel and Mike. Pausing for a moment, he shakes his head ot make sure he isn't imagining things due to the sheer improbability of happening along the same street once again.

Remaining at his seat, he rests his elbows on the step above and looks skyward and closes his eyes taking in the sun despite the cold. Letting out an audible sigh, he opens his eyes and rights his head when he sees Mike walking away and he notes the car. Standing up and eyeing the car for a moment, he grins a bit and speaks loudly for Mike, "Now my curiousity is piqued." He starts to cross the street walking towards the car but stops when he catches sight of Alchemy and approaches, "Tom, where have you been?"

Hearing Manuel's comment, Mike turns his head a bit to glance back to him. Seeing him start to move towards the car, Mike's movements shift as he ends up turning as well, a feeling of alarm as some thoughts come to mind. That guy can't be serious can he?! "Hey-" Mike starts to call out before catching glimpse of the newcomer, compounding the concern as he registers it. You have got to be kidding him! Mike soon follows after Empath, lifting a hand in a greeting wave to Alchemy as he does so. Ah ha, not approaching the car. Just chatting. Yep. Mmm hmm. Don't mind them.

As Manuel returns to the sidewalk to greet his friend. He turns as Mike is about to join them. "Maybe he is stalker." He jokes and chuckles but catches himself, "Seriously, what are the odds. It's crazy. Maybe you two are destined for something?" Manuel shrugs as he laughs momentarily ignoring the driver in the car.

Mike glances over to Manuel as he makes his observation, giving a slight frown as he's reminded of something else, "Let's not go on to a destiny conversation. We have similar habits, that's it."

Laughing some more and nodding his head, "I am sure." Looking back to the car, "Oh I was about to head over there to see who was in the car. Do you actually know who is in there?" Manuel looks to Mike for an answer.

I was guessing that's what you were about to do," Mike admits. "But no, I don't know who he is." He looks over towards the car but immediately looks back to Manuel, "But I have my suspicions and it's better you follow the general rule of never running up to a car with tinted windows when it's idling in the middle of Hell's Kitchen."

Blinking a bit and furrowing his brow as he looks back at the car and then shakes his head frustratingly, "Americans…I swear…What exactly is the reputation of Hell's Kitchen." He pauses a moment and shrugs a bit as the name alone suggests. "Is he some sort of criminal or something? I mean seriously, would you just do something in broad daylight?" Pointing to Mike, "With a celebrity present at that."

"Around here, broad daylight's still an option." Mike answers, a bit of contempt for the area underlying his words, "Too many criminals and not enough police around allows for it."

Sensing the contempt in Mike, Manuel frowns, "That is horrible. Especially in a city as large and rich as New York." Sighing and shrugging, "Though I suppose that is a global problem. For every nice street and neighborhood. There is always a poor area and ghetto." At this point ignoring the car, "Even in my home in Espana."

"There'll always be an imbalance." Mike agrees, giving a bit of a nod. "To the point where the success story involves leaving the area."

"Well, Michael. This was interesting as always." Manuel bows his head almost formally, "I should be getting back to the hotel." He offers a smile and wave and heads towards the subway station.

Mike gives a bit of a nod to the departing figure, with the threat of problems being caused by approaching the car gone, Mike gives a wave to Alchemy in parting as he too goes off on his own business.

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